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Sunday, 13 January 2013

Family Tree House

When I was a wee lass all I wanted on this earth for Christmas was a Family Tree House. What on earth is that, you ask?It was a plastic toy, shaped like a tree, with a family of plastic dolls living in it. They had a car, and a pet dog, and a working elevator that took them up and down the treehouse. Oh, and a swing on the tree. Sigh.So, one Christmas, I desperately asked Santa Claus for a Family Tree House. However, on Christmas morning, there was no treehouse, only a note from Santa himself, explaining that he had "run out of Family tree houses - maybe next year". (Oh, Santa, why?)To this day it still tugs at my heartstrings whenever I see one.I'm wondering whether Santa will ever come good on his word?